Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-09-02

depth, the temperament, the experience
for Juliet She had more kno~ ledge Of
/. life and love at thirteen than most Of our
English maids have at thirty To repre-
sent Juliet accurately an actress must
have the face and figure Of a young girl,
| with the heart and mind uf woman, and
Of a woman who has suffered" '.s s-
! "And have l not suffered DO yop
think because you see me tripping through,
some foolish, insipid role that am capabit
Of nothing hetter' Give me chance, and
see what can do ,.
oh, bid me leap, rather than marry Paria
! I began, and declaimed the apeech with
such despairing vieOr that C.Lr managt1
was impressed. .-... .......,.- -.
Well, the end Of it was. he yielded to
my su9gesti0n. 1t seemed o prosperous
time to float new Juliet. At u neigh
boring theatre a lovely foreign actress was
playing the part nightly to crowded
houses. We might get some Of the over
flow, or the public would come for the
sake OF comparing native with imported
htalent. OH the faces Of my ,raducr-s
who had said, Those Gascoigne girls
known that they were out OF the bill. anl
speare i absolutely ftreot Jack for one
whole minute But the next my grief.
my desolation, were present to me with
more acuteness than ever. And was glad
that it was so Such agony as l WIS en-
during would surely make me play Juliet
Us It had never been played before. .''..'
At rehearsals could see created a
sensation. I felt that was grand in my
hopeless love, my desperate grief L
should make myself name. II Jack
were dead or had forsaken me, my ars
should 6e all In nll .- -.t -..' .....
The morning before the all important
evening tiawned. Ihad lain awake nearly
an hour, as was my custom OF nights
!, now, thinking OF Jack, wondering if ever
woman had so much cause to grieve as l.
Then I rose. practiced taking the friar's
potion, and throwing myself upon the bed
until my mother came up aud told me 10
go - sleep or my eyes would be red and
hollow in the morning. But I told my
mother that hollow eyes and pale cheeks
were necessary to me now; that my career
depended on the depths of my despair.
Tomorrow, mother. let no one disturb
me on any account. Keep away letters,
newspapers, everything. Tomorrow !
am Juliet or nothing" .,..... ...
My mother promised, and got some
hours Of undisturbed slumber. ....,..
Rehearsal was Oyer-the last rehearsal
had gone through my part thinking Of
my woes. ] had swallowed the draught az
il it bad indeed been a potion to put me out
Of all remembrance OF my misery. had
snatched the dagger ansf stabbed myself
even as often felt tempted. to do in real
life. And then set OF home, feeling
that II lie were hsrsft for me of all joy, If
l was doomed to sink, unweddled, to. the
grave, l should at least have the satisfac.
ton Of csnfennding my enemies and
triumphing over them. o.. ,'.,s .....,...l
1 was passing Cha1ing Cross station.
delayed q little while by the streams Of
vehicles issuing forth. when in a hanson
at little distance saw q fofm-a face
which made me start and tremble, and
turn hot and cold and red and white
all at the same time. II could not be
Jack. 1t oughtn't, mustn't, shouldn't be
Jack. Had not TO act In suffering and
despair tonight, Well, even IL he hal re-
turned IN safery from his cruise, It WIS
without a thought Of me in his heart.
He was engaged-married--fo .aught /
knew. II was possible, nay certain, that
should never see him again.
And yet ran all the way home. And
yet told the servant breathlessly, If any
visitors call don't wish TO be disturbed -
And yet l made my mot er repeat the
promise she had gi,-- re the previous
night. .. Then I flew to my den al the top
Of the house, bolted myself in, and set
chair against the door, as il l were afraid
Of any one making q forcible entry.
stuffed my fingers in my ears and went
over my part with vigor, with more noise
even than was absolutely Necessary. Still
how strangely l seemed to hear every
SOUND. A hanson passing--no, a hanson
drawing up at our house.. went as Gar
from the window - possible. l wedged
myself MP between the sofa and the wall,
and l shut my eyes firmly. Surely there
were upaccustomed noises about, talking
and laughing, as il something pleasant
had happened. Presently heavy footsteps
came bounding up two stairs ut a time.
Oh! should ! have the courage not to
answer if It should be Ja-,
But it wasn't. Kitty's voice shouted
''Sybil, Sybil! come down. Herc's'-
kitty, he qniet, - called out furously.
III you don't hold your tongue, if you
don't 60 away from the door Immediately,
l'll-Ill shoot you"
She went away, and I heard her telling
them down stairs that she believed Sybil
had gone mad. ..,. ..-
waited little longer, then I stole to
the window. Surely Juliet would not be
spout BY the sight of a visitor leaving the
house. But there was no one leaving
Indeed, saw the prospect Of q fresh az
rival-Isabel Chisholm was coming up the
street in bran new costume, and hat t.
* w. r1x.4- ta
fectioL A ting veil was arranged coQuet-
tishly ,ust above her nose. Flesh and
blood couid not stand this Bewn stairsI
darted. without waiting even for . look in
the glass. Into the drawing room /
bounced, and there, in his Blk feet two Of
comely manfineSs, stood Jack, my JMk,
more bronzed ard handsome ard lovable
than ever He whom had mourned by
turns as dead and fairhless, but whom:
now kew was neither, for he came
toward me with both hands outstretched,
and he held mine in such q loving clasp.
and he looked at me with eyes which
knew were readi.V just such another tale
as that written On his own face.
Then when the knock sounded which
heralde1 Miss Chisholm he said:
Come into another room, Sybn; have
so much TO say TO YOU"
And in that other room he told me OF
his adventures and perils, and how through
than all he had thought Of me, and won
de.ed if he never came back aiive, whether
l should be sorry; and if he did come back,
whether would promise to he his darling
little wife very, very sooR-
But all this, though far more beautiful
than puct ever wrote, was not SHAKE
speSre. and Lhad "a Act Juliet tonight
Juliet the wretched, the heart broken
while my own spirits We're dancing, and
my pulses bounding With Joy and delight
unutterable.
Well, need hardly tell you nv Juliet
Was NOT A-success. Xas conscious VI
tripping about the stage in an airy. elated
vay.Lwhich- Was- allowable dufinX- Lbs
earlier scenes; but when l should nave
been tragic and desperate ! WAS still
trimming over With-my, new found MY =.